Tuesday, May 31, 2011

As we know it

I've been meaning to post here for a bit; actually, since I woke up a few Sundays ago and the world was still here. As you know, the Great Triad has, on occasion, offered some disparaging remarks regarding that other trinity, but I would, at this time, like to emphasize that I have no problem with Jeezum Crow whatsoever; my problem rests solely with the morons who make him more than he is. "He's just a man...and I've loved so many men before..." On that note, let me just say that I wish the rapture had arrived, because then we would be rid of all those bible-thumping pea-brains. Shit, hell on earth would be much easier to take without them around. (Aside: I have found myself enraptured many times over the last several years, and I do believe the rapture, when it arrives, will be easily recognized for the vagina that it is. And the believers will be called to it as a bright light of joy in the sky...or in my mouth...or in my hands...). Which brings me to memorial day.

It was indeed instituted to honor the fallen killed during the Civil War. However, I am not ready to honor any dead people. If they were so good and smart, they wouldn't be dead. And that can be said of any soldier, although in the absence of cause or ideal, the notion of modern day valor seems specious at best. Don't really want to run on about how greed is the only modern ideal, so I'm not going to. We fight wars simply to enlarge or preserve. War boosts the economy. But if you want to look at it with a discerning eye for a minute, you will see that war has done nothing for mankind other than limit population growth. And before you start to think that I hate soldiers...STOP. I don't have anything but respect for soldiers, as I do for any other human being. It's you I can't stand. You know who you are. You're the guy who glorifies war...the guy who believes that fighting for a glorious cause is noble. The fucking idiot who still believes his son died to protect his freedom. He didn't. Your son (or daughter) dies for the Shrub...or for Standard Oil or Smith Kline...and for their right, their freedom, to fuck you in the ass whenever and wherever they please...no lubrication.

So next year, why not try to live memorial day with memory, unclouded by the hype or spin or outright lie. Trust the way you remember that bullet flying past your ear, or your child's death. And try to remember that the fella or gal on the other side was feeling exactly the same way. And what did it get you...what did it get us...ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Say it again... and again and again...........Cheeseburger anyone? Now that's heaven!